A strange feeling overtakes me when I think of you because it’s not that we were in love, I never got the opportunity to let myself fall for you but I still gave everything I had. My world was overtaken by questions that don’t have answers. Like why do people die and what fucked up force is keeping me alive when I simply want to stop existing? You were a mess that needed to be cleaned up and something inside me needed to assure you that you would be happy again, maybe not soon, but this wouldn’t last forever. So I pulled on a pair of gloves and grabbed a bottle of bleach and I tried to fix you. Not everyone deserves second chances, but when you watched your heart fall to the ground and shatter before your eyes my soul ached and I prayed that that’s what you would get because I know the feeling. Why do people hurt the ones they love? I don’t believe in a God but hell, if there is a greater power somewhere I wasn’t going to let my ignorance stand in the way of your happiness. So I reached down and gave you a hand. Yours were bleeding. I didn’t mind the blood stains as long as the tears on your face were replaced with a smile that made its way through the heartbreak. You never did get your second chance. I never did get any answers.